Experiments with my digital camera.

A picture of my Mother and Martin - looking suspiciously like her bodyguard - on the ferry to Inis Oírr.

July 06, 2001.

Martin posing on the limestone rocks, with Inis Meáin in the background. The halo effect from the clouds behind him is particularly interesting.

July 06, 2001.

Some of the natural formations of the rock that jut out into the sea from Inis Oírr are weirdly beautiful. Flights of fancy could imagine that the bones of giants make up the foundations of the island, and various animals have nibbled them into strange shapes...

July 06, 2001.

This is one of those arty photographs that you wildly imagine other people might appreciate. It's a picture from inside the ramshackle tumbled-down O'Brien's Castle, which overlooks the island from a natural vantage point

July 06, 2001.

The beach on Inis Oírr, showing some curraghs in the foreground, with a taste of the stone walls that riddle the island, topped off with O'Brien's Castle and the Old Tower in the background.

July 06, 2001.

The Man of Aran, but this time some recent momument that has cropped up, standing alone in the limestone wilderness of Inish Oírr.

July 07, 2001.